#starkinventor

[cybervigilant]

@starkinventor (sc)

Hacking into SHIELD was not a usual Sunday morning for him but Elliot did have a habit of keeping an eye on these sorts of organizations. 

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜. 𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚞𝚝𝚢. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚜. 𝚂𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢. 𝙼𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜. 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑.  

Elliot was taking a peek behind the curtain so to speak, reading up on things he shouldn’t but that wasn’t unusual for him. It was his version of reading the Sunday morning paper for a few hours.

 At some point his snooping must have tripped some cyber wire somewhere in their security, which was pretty advanced mind you but not even SHIELD had a perfect defense. Ironic. Elliot’s screen glitched, several lines of code spelling out that his access had been cut off. 𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚝. 𝙾𝚔𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖. Getting up, Elliot quickly started pulling his system apart. If they couldn’t catch him with evidence then there was nothing for him to get in trouble with. The sound of a car door closing down on his street caught his attention and his paranoia set into play. 𝙳𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎? 𝙵𝚞𝚌𝚔. Fingers tore several data and memory chips out from his set up and Elliot hurried over to the kitchen to throw them in the microwave before setting it for several minutes. Taking a look out the window, there was a fancy black car there. 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖. 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖. 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖. 

Maybe that car wasn’t there. Maybe it was in his head. Telling himself that didn’t help with the tightening in his chest. The adrenaline pumping through his veins. Hard drive was tossed on the coffee table before he started drilling holes into it. The chips in the microwave had started to crackle and spark. Okay so his basis were covered, sure this wasn’t the perfect way to wipe but it was the most effective as a quick method. It was just in time too because a knock at his door had Elliot jolting like a startled rabbit. Flipper started barking and he shushed her unsuccessfully, following her to the door as she started scratching against it. Taking a breath, Elliot slid off the chain and opened his door a crack. “--Hi?” Was all that came out when the door wasn’t being knocked in on him. There was no way this was a hallucination right? Why would his brain dream up Tony Stark? Or maybe it had. Brow furrowed. “Aren’t you...”

[penguinpositivity]

@starkinventor

[marvelspositivity]

      𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒚𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒔.

@starkinventor      is      an      AMAZING      Tony.      Val       has      dealt      with      so      much      shit      but      never      let      it      make       her      bitter.      She’s      super      kind      and      friendly.

(     WANT     TO     SHARE     YOUR     OWN     POSITIVITY   ?     )

[shellheadtmarc]

starkinventor replied to your post “like we’ve been down this road before folks but i keep thinking about...”

tony going to an aa meeting and doesn't want to get recognized? LITERALLY PUTS A HAT ON IT. AND SO DOES CAROL.

HOW ARE THEY SO FUCKING BAD AT THIS.

[prophemi]

@starkinventor --;

They felt incredibly heavy after that last battle--they all did. To bring such a great many people from not only Tibet, but Kathmandu under the Aged Genghis’ instruction had proven difficult, but not impossible. Already there was immeasurable losses and damage to salvage for, such as unwinding the terrestrial onslaught Thanos had unleashed upon the Avengers’ compound. Yet, it was elsewhere at a hospital gods knew where that Tony was being healed, having suffered impressive and horrific burns and wounds alike from using all Infinity Stones. A near impossible feat for Thanos, let alone a human. 

In a room rank with sterilization and the faint tinge of ointments and dried blood--a small not unfamiliar to him--did Stephen enter still hobbled with exhaustion from all that he’d done. Sinking into a flimsy chair more heavily than he thought he would’ve, lightless gray trained on the blearily recovering man still likely doped up on pain killers. 

“...If I would’ve told you, would the outcome have been any different?”

[hittcr-a]

@starkinventor

               “so. wanna tell me what you’re workin’ on? or. show me? i brought beer.” and he was genuinely curious. eliot moved to sit down next to tony and held out a cold beer with a bright smile. “or don’t. just let me see yah. ‘cause ‘m back. and i missed yah.”

[killypool-archived]

You're awesome and i'm so happy we reconnected and rhglaeuh i love you a latke.

hey val? i’m so thankful to have you in my life and i’m so excited for you to be the one that marries me before anyone else. you’re quick to the draw like that

[cardshcrp]

STARTERS.

@starkinventor // TONY STARK // closed starter !

              It’s been a while since he’s been sent off to be the public face of the X-Men; probably because even though he’s reliable for it, it’s unsurprisingly not everyone’s favorite course of action to trust benefactors’ good impressions to the resident jackass. But here he was anyway, half because he’d been a patron to start and half because there really, really needed to be at least a token of goodwill towards the Avengers after the last petty squabble. 

Not really his problem, but he could fix it anyway. Maybe.

Either way, he’s stuck shifting his weight restlessly in a new supersuit that might as well have been painted on, or maybe it’s just all the static from the amount of rich person posturing in the room that’s making it cling to him for dear life. At least it isn’t fucking mustard - he’d gotten away with entirely black and the token massive X in a more tolerable purple.

It takes a little bit of judicious, half-subtle elbowing to make it to the open bar, but he manages anyway, finally able to settle in a seat with alcohol for his troubles and dark eyes flickering over his surroundings with interest. He sticks out like a sore thumb, but that’s alright - it’s kind of fun to hang back and watch people try to outrank each other with perfectly tailored suits and lipstick a little too bright for what they’re wearing. 

At least it was all genuinely for a good cause, even if egos are getting fed off a gratuitous gala.